Everyone has, inside himself ... what shall I call it? A piece of good news! Everyone is ... a very great, very important character.

Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.

If we have anything kind to say, any tender sentiment to express, we feel a sense of shame.

A vague uneasiness: the police. It's like when you suddenly understand you have to undress in front of the doctor.

Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

When I say "I," I mean a thing absolutely unique, not to be confused with any other.